Almost everyone's a prisoner
          Of something in their mind:
A habit, dream, or memory
          They cannot leave behind.

It's every bit as confining
          As a prison, or a jail,
With walls so high it seems that they're
          Impossible to scale.

A habit we no longer want,
          But we cannot expel
Imprisons us within it
          As though it were a cell.

A long-time ddream that's unfulfilled
          Can also mean oppression,
Binding us to that desire...
          Making it obsession.

A memory can chain us
          To a past that is no more,
Restraining us from opening
          A new and better door.

But we need not be prisoners...
          We can break the chains that bind us
And enjoy the blessed freedom
          Of all the good around us.